Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 53

Unknown POV

My father and I are on our way to the Moonstar Mansion Pack House. The Alpha of Alpha’s has summoned us. My father said we were going to meet the new Clan Alpha of the Heartsong’s. Our Clan hasn’t had an Alpha since the former one and his mate had died in a car accident so long ago. I was sure we were going to have to suffer Bettina as the so called ‘Alpha’, but it was one of her daughters. I’m not sure if that’ll be any better. I have met the older one, and I remember a spoiled brat. O

I don’t remember much of the younger one. She had dark skin, in a pretty copper olive tone. Her hair had been long and black, her violet eyes peaking out of it. She’d been tall at five nine. She hid her figure behind oversized hoddies and baggy track pants. She didn’t talk to anyone, but the Alpha’s second son Darien. It was only after Damien, the Alpha’s first son, had left the High School, that the rumors had started to go around about her. ?

I remember Damien being protective of her, I had seen it. She had been bussed to the High School from the Middle School, along with a couple of other pups, to take courses at the high school. I knew she was extremely intelligent, but I didn’t see that shy, scared little pup as an Alpha. Knowing how protective Damien had been of her, I didn’t believe any of the rumors. Especially when I saw Sarah spewing a few of them.

I graduated from the High School when she finished Junior year there. I’m not sure how much would have changed over three years, but something had to have. My father was the Gamma of the Heartsong Clan, so was his father, and his fathers father, and so on and so forth. Now I’m to be the Gamma for this new Alpha. I’ve been training all my life for this position. Gamma’s are the ones who run their Clan, while the Alpha and Beta are away. O

The Beta position has not been generational. Each Heartsong having chosen their own Betas. I didn’t know if she has chosen a Beta yet, or Enforcers. She would need too though. Father told us the King of Vampires would be making a visit this Saturday. I had no idea the reason why, but it had to be important. What will be interesting, is if our new Alpha would be ok with a Vampire Werewolf Hybrid

or a Gamma. (13

wasn’t any wonder why. She said I was a freak Hybrid with gender confusion issues. I prefer males. That was another strike against me in her book of sins. There

had more than one mate. Werewolves were usually made up of mostly female to male pairs, with the occasional Male to Male or Female to Female. Rarely was their ever a third, Werewolves, usually only came in pairs. No

the other a Bear Wolf Hybrid. Hybrids were more

I had answerers for. The only way to answer most of them was to meet Alora

Maximus Heartsong Bloodmoon, says. “Soon you’ll be Victor Heartsong Bloodmoon, Gamma of the Heartsong Clan.” he reminds me. I touch my glasses, they were two rectangles, connected by thin silver frames, the lenses tinted blue. They were specially enchanted this way, it was

didn’t really need them now, that I was older and had control of my second site, but I did at one time. I was the first in four generations of Bloodmoons who needed the glasses. This was because the last four generations, have met their fated mates with the wolves. My father, however, was mated to a Vampire. He was not the first, every few

stronger in me, requiring that I had needed the glasses for awhile. I didn’t need them now unless I pushed myself to exhaustion, or I was intoxicated, which I rarely ever was. I’ve worn them for so long though, they’re apart of me. I’m tall, six five. I’m lean with defined muscle. I have white hair

strong. I’ve had to be, being as I have always been lean. Other wolves assumed from my lean stature that I would automatically be weak. This was not the case. My attention is refocused on the task at hand,

lived on them my entire life. As we drive up, there are five speed bikes that pass us, two with double riders. I was wondering who they could be. I didn’t see anyone’s

pet for a werewolf. Cats however don’t care, as long a your not trying to eat it, and

Coon. Sasha’s body was as long as my torso. Her nose at my chin, her tail to my knee. This just meant I could only call the

is it Vash?” my tone

I smell mate, he’s here Vash